MORE OLD ANGEL MIDNIGHT
Old Angel Midnight the swan of heaven fell
and flew cockmeek
Old Angel Midnight the night onta twelve
Year Tart with the long bing bong
and the big ding dong
The boy on the sandbank blooming the moon,
The sound won’t let me sleep and since I
found out time is silence Manjusri won’t
let me hear the swash of snow no mo
in ole no po
O A M
Oh O M
The old Midnacker snacker tired a twit twit twit
the Mc Tarty long true
The yentence peak peck slit slippymeek twang
twall I’d heerd was flip the hand curse
lead pencil in the shaky desk
Ah ow HURT!
Tantapalii the silken tont retchy swan
bent necky I wish I had enuf sense to swim
as I hear
O lousy tired gal
One more!
Choired arranged silence singers imbibing
belly blum
Wreck the high charch chichipa and get firm
juicy thebest thebest no other oil
has ever heard such peanut squeeze
On top of which you yold yang midnockitwatter
lying there in baid imagining casbah concepts
from a highland fling moorish beach
by moonlight medallion indicative spidergirls
with sand legs waiting for the non-Christian
cock, come O World window Wowf
& BARK!
BARK!
BARK for the girls of Tranatat
Because by the time those two Mominuan monks
with girls & boys in their matted hair pans
sense wind in the flower the golden lord will
turn the imbecile himself into slip paper
Or dog paper
Or that pipe blend birds never peck because
their bills are too hard
That window paper
1961